22 March 2013

28 days later

Boardwalk, Rainham Marshes

There have been no zombies, although a nasty bout of norovirus did induce catatonic symptoms for a few days. The other glitch, apart from a freaky, slick attempted telephone fraud, was an entirely non-compliant internet connection causing the most haughty put-her-in-her-place disdain for my router from the call-centre technician halfway across the world. This served to intensify my alienation from ISPs and the web in particular, and the complexity of modern life in general.

So, weather notwithstanding, we have been out and about and there are many small stories to share, starting with the russet coloured Cetti's warbler I caught sight of, fleetingly it must be said, dipping under the boardwalk, on one of the few days when the sun came out.

I have a lovely long cardigan of a very similar colour to the warbler. I got it out of the wardrobe when I got home and wore it as much as I could that week to remind me of the bird and the boardwalk.